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06/15/2003 Archived Entry: "PERFECT MORNING"

PERFECT MORNING

There couldn't be a more perfect morning to sit outside and enjoy a cup of coffee and watch the birds fly by. I notice the early bird still has to eat worms. How spoiled and soft we'd get if every morning were like thiis.

The son and grandsons came by with a card and a big bag of those tiny licorice pastels for grandpa. Those are his favorite and the boys remember him on every possible occasion with two or three pounds to tide him over until the next special occasion.

Ally is cooking for her father so we're going to partake of her buffet where she works. It's always good and something to look forward to. Brit and I just naturally fell into the "you're not my father and I'm not your mother" routine when we were married. We sort of celebrate every day like it's father's day and mother's day. It's nothing to exert effort over by hitting the shift key. It was different when our parents were alive.

One of these days...it hasn't happened yet...I'm going to pass through Abilene when I'm hungry and Russell Stover's is open. They have that great Texas ice cream...Blue Bell, I think it is, that I haven't seen anywhere else around here. It's pretty famous stuff in the Lone Star state. Anyway, if both those things come together at the same time...hungry/open... I'm going to stop and get an ice cream cone. I gaze at the case every time I'm in there, but am never in the mood for it.

This morning I watered the plants that Drew put out for me....all fifty-three of them...and the dozen or so Tyler planted. Among them is some English Ivy, or an ivy variety I'm obviously not that familiar with. I've been forewarned by Terri Stevenson, who visited the garden, that I made a huge mistake planting it where I did and that soon it will devour that part of the yard, take the house and everyone in it and start its march on the entire town. From what I have already observed, I'm sure she's right. It grows about a foot a day, like bamboo, and the runners are reaching out to strangle anything in sight. I screwed up, but in this case I can't push Ctrl Alt Delete.

Jim Morford didn't have any to sell for that reason, but in my eagerness to contain the slope and prevent it from washing down to the creek, I wanted any kind of fast growing ground cover I could get. I didn't know anything grew this fast! My bedroom is close by so I suppose I will have to worry about tentacles coming through the windows at night on the attack. What I really wanted was vinca, but I couldn't find any perennial vinca and settled for ivy. The kind of ivy I have elsewhere is very slow growing and has taken 25 years to cover the area where I planted it. If anyone out there has any perennial vinca starters to pass along, give me a call.

MAYB is in full swing in Salina. Maybe we have time to go catch one of Drew's games before we go to Abilene. Then food. Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.

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Ms. Britton, before I started reading your site, Kansas was just a conduit for the Canadian wind. I'm enjoying your writing and the other features of your page. Thanks.

Posted by Janis Gore @ 06/16/2003 11:08 AM CST